paroles de chanson Buyou - Keri Hilson , J. Cole
One
for
the
paper
Two
for
the
money
You
see
this
is
what
I
like
to
call
buyou
music
Cause
you
better
buy
you
a
car
You
better
buy
you
a
phone
And
you
better
buy
you
some
where
to
stay
Or
I′mma
walk
right
by
you
I
don't
know
whats
going
on
baby
What
the
hell
is
going
wrong
baby
Used
to
take
me
to
dinner
Used
to
take
me
shopping
now
you
asking
me
for
my
paper
It′s
my
money,
it's
my
paper,
boy
my
money
Bet
you
never
get
another
dime
from
me
No,
you
can't
use
the
phone
baby
Think
you
need
to
get
your
own
Was
looking
for
a
man
to
hold
me
down
But
how′d
I
end
up
with
you?
Yeah,
baby,
you
And
as
hard
as
I
try
sometimes
it
gets
hard
paying
all
these
bills
The
note
on
the
car
So
I
don′t
need
no
broke
broke
boy
tryna
holla
So
baby
shut
it
up
til
you
show
me
some
dollars
One
for
the
paper
Two
for
the
money
Brand
new
bags,
new
shoes
yeah
I
want
it
All
my
girls,
fly
girls
getting
money
All
my
girls,
fly
girls
getting
money
One
for
the
paper
Two
for
the
money
Nails
did,
hair
did
Gap
yeah
I
want
it
One
for
the
paper
Two
for
the
money
All
my
girls,
fly
girls
getting
money
You
want
a
ride
or
die
chick
baby
But
you
aint
got
a
whip
baby
It
aint
gon
happen
If
you
aint
got
shit
you
need
a
walk
or
die
chick
baby
Yeah
yeah
thats
funny
Don't
look
my
way
if
you
aint
got
that
money
And
I
aint
making
nothing
to
eat
baby
I
think
it′s
time
you
treat
baby
Was
looking
for
a
man
to
hold
me
down
But
how'd
I
end
up
with
you?
Yeah,
baby,
you
And
as
hard
as
I
try
sometimes
it
gets
hard
paying
all
these
bills
The
note
on
the
car
So
I
don′t
need
no
broke
broke
boy
tryna
holla
So
baby
shut
it
up
til
you
show
me
some
dollars
One
for
the
paper
Two
for
the
money
Brand
new
bags,
new
shoes
yeah
I
want
it
All
my
girls,
fly
girls
getting
money
All
my
girls,
fly
girls
getting
money
One
for
the
paper
Two
for
the
money
Nails
did,
hair
did
Gap
yeah
I
want
it
One
for
the
paper
Two
for
the
money
All
my
girls,
fly
girls
getting
money
I
see
ya,
it's
hard
not
to
see
ya
Face
like
Aaliyah
plus
a
college
degree-ah
Climbing
up
the
ladder
at
that
full
time
job
How
the
hell
you
end
up
with
a
full
time
slob
I
mean
you
been
a
ride
a
die
for
him
Paid
for
the
dinner
and
the
movie
and
the
popcorn
How
you
figure
it′s
gon
last,
he
just
sit
up
on
his
ass
And
play
that
damn
x-box
that
you
cop
for
him
Buyou,
buyou,
how
much
to
try
you
Aint
saying
you
for
sale
but
baby
lets
be
for
real
Buyou,
buyou,
shit
that
I
can
buy
you
These
n-ggas
all
the
same,
either
they
can't
ari
you
Stringing
you
along
allow
me
to
untie
you
Vitamin
D
supply
you
Let
them
little
boys
walk
by
you
They
fronting
cause
they
broke
But
the
numbers
don't
lie
If
they
swear
they
so
fly
tell
me
why
they
never
fly
you
One
for
the
paper
Two
for
the
money
Brand
new
bags,
new
shoes
yeah
I
want
it
All
my
girls,
fly
girls
getting
money
All
my
girls,
fly
girls
getting
money
One
for
the
paper
Two
for
the
money
Nails
did,
hair
did
Gap
yeah
I
want
it
One
for
the
paper
Two
for
the
money
All
my
girls,
fly
girls
getting
money
Get
ya
own
(getting
money)
Get
ya
own
(getting
money)
Get
ya
own
(getting
money)
I
don′t
need
no
broke
broke
boy
tryna
holla
Get
ya
own
(getting
money)
Get
ya
own
(getting
money)
Get
ya
own
(getting
money)
I
don′t
need
no
broke
broke
boy
tryna
holla,
holla,
holla
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